If Destiny Wills It

 

By Alex

 

Disclaimers – Go to Part 1

 

Notes – This wouldn't be here if not for my beta Ralf, thanks bunches. Also a big thanks to all of you that continue to send feedback, it keeps the motor running. ~A~

 

Feedback – Please any comments or suggestions to: keeper444@webtv.net

 

 

        <>thoughts<>

   *****flashbacks****

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Chapter 20

 

Buffy woke slowly, her eyes protesting painfully at the brightness of the sunlight that flooded their bedroom. She felt the comfortably familiar weight of her lover on her chest. The still groggy blonde opened her eyes and looked down at the red-head that was sprawled out over her covering her body.

 

On an impulse Buffy buried her face in the tousled red hair inhaling deeply, enjoying the intoxicating scent of her beloved witch.

 

<>This has got to be what Heaven is like.<> she mused happily. <>I have no idea what I’ve done in my life so right that gives me the chance to be with her, but I will thank whatever god is responsible for this every minute of everyday for the rest of my life, and it still won't be enough.<>

 

Buffy pulled her head back, sighed softly and found herself looking into of the most beautiful sleepy eyes in the universe.  

 

“Hey.” Willow said sleepily.  

 

“Hey yourself, sleepyhead.” Buffy answered, smiling down at the substitute blanket, amazed at how just the sound of Willow’s voice turned her on. “You ready to get up?”

 

“Don’t wanna get up.” The sleepy red head pouted. “Feels too good right here.”

 

To make her point Willow snuggled into Buffy causing their bodies to rub, eliciting a moan from the already aroused Slayer’s throat. She let a hand slowly slide down her lover’s side, so that it just grazed her skin raising goose bumps over Willow’s skin.

 

The tiny blonde brought the hand around to cup a soft breast and began teasing the already hard nipple with her thumb, forcing a sensual growl from the redhead. Willow smiled sexily up at her lover and began licking and kissing any of Buffy’s exposed skin she could reach, enraptured by the taste.

 

The highly aroused witch gently grabbed some of her lover’s skin between her teeth. Buffy growled and pulled Willow up to her until their lips met, gently at first then more passionate, more insistent.

 

Buffy lightly nipped at her lover’s lower lip demanding entrance. The witch’s lips parted obligingly allowing the impassioned Slayer’s tongue to enter and explore freely the depths of her mouth.

 

Buffy devoured Willow’s sweet mouth as both lovers let themselves sink into the pleasurable sensations washing over their bodies, bringing their every nerve ending to life. They shivered as chills of excitement ran up and down their spines. They finally pulled back from the kiss, forced by lack of air.

 

“Gods I want you so bad it hurts,” the Slayer moaned, and began licking and nipping at Willow’s neck.

 

Buffy slid her hands down Willow’s back relishing the feel of the muscles flexing and relaxing under the soft smooth skin. Then grasping her lover’s taught rear, Buffy pulled her witch tighter against her enjoying the heat radiating from the redhead’s body.

 

Willow opened her eyes and saw the clock next to the bed and with a groan of disappointment reluctantly pushed away from her persistently grasping blonde lover.

 

“Buffy, we gotta stop baby.” Willow told her already over-aroused Slayer. “I’m sorry hon, but it’s already nine and our wedding is today, in case you forgot.”

 

She had forgotten in the heat of the moment, but wasn’t about to admit it to Willow. With a loud growl of frustration Buffy tried to pull the redhead back into the embrace, but the determined witch wasn’t giving in.

 

“Come on lover we can’t, there’s not enough time.” Willow insisted, pushing on Buffy’s chest. “Do you really want Cordelia or worse one of our mothers to come barging in here in the middle of us making love?”

 

The visual of Willow’s mother walking in and finding Buffy nestled comfortably between her daughter’s legs, happily lapping away while Willow writhed and moaned (or screamed as she normally did) effectively put the damper on the Slayer’s lust.

 

With a final roar of total frustration, Buffy released her lover and quickly got out of their bed.  

 

“Real nice visual Wills.” The Slayer growled in frustration, her voice thick with pent up lust. “You win this one, but just remember my smug little witch, I’ll get you back. You just wait Willow Rosenberg. You’ll get yours.”

 

“Ooo, I can hardly wait.” Willow purred seductively, as she headed for the bathroom with an exaggerated sway to her hips. “I’ll settle for your promises for now, but later I expect you to live up to every one of them Chosen One.”

 

With a giggle the redhead was through the door before Buffy could react. The bride to be laughed and shook her head at her lover’s behavior. She slipped on her robe and began getting things together for later.

 

“Oh man,” the Slayer muttered to herself. “I’d better conserve my strength. I’ve got a feeling that a certain red-head isn't going to take ‘I’m tired’ for an answer tonight.”

 

Willow returned wearing only a towel and using another to dry her hair.

 

Buffy looked at her and a wistful smile lit up her face.

 

“I’ve never seen anyone look that good wearing a towel,” the blonde sighed. “Those super models got nothin’ on my Wills.”

 

Willow blushed shyly at this unexpected compliment, turning her lover on even more.

 

“You know.” Buffy purred, as she took a step toward the object of her desire. “It wouldn’t take all that long if we...”

 

“Don’t even go there, Miss Overheated Slayer.” Willow said, holding up her hand to stop her approaching paramour. “We don’t have time to do it right and if we can’t do it right, I don’t want to do it at all.”  Faced with that kind of logic, Buffy had no choice but to retreat.

 

“Oh all right,” the blonde mumbled, as she walked toward the second bathroom seriously pouting.

 

Willow thought her lover was so adorable she almost gave in, but was stopped by the ringing of their door bell.

 

<>Whew!<> she thought relieved. <>Talk about saved by the bell.<>

 

“Cheer up Slayer,” the witch called to her partner’s retreating back. “Soon you’ll be too busy to be horny.”

 

“Yeah right!” came the answering growl. “Wanna bet?”

 

Cordelia, true to form was the first to arrive and instantly took charge, rushing the two soon to be weds all over the house, while handling all the last minute details that could only be done the day of the wedding and any last second emergencies that occurred.

 

The girl was a wonder. Several of the people from the wedding suppliers asked if she was interested in party and wedding planning professionally. Cordelia was flattered and promised them she’d think about it.

 

“Just think Cordy.” Both of her friends told her when they heard of the offers. “It’s the perfect career. You get to push people around, spend their money and get paid for it. It’s the perfect job and you’d be the best at it.”

 

Their friend blushed at their half serious teasing. But before she could say anything, Cordelia saw one of the florists trying to bring in the wrong flowers and was off in a flash to pounce on the unsuspecting miscreant.

 

******

 

Around noon Willow headed for her parent’s house. Even though neither of them were speaking to her mother, Willow’s father insisted they still hold the ceremony in his huge back gardens.

 

So with Xander driving she prepared to face the dreaded mother monster, while Joyce and Cordelia took Buffy to her mother’s house to get ready under the intensely close supervision of Cordelia and Joyce.

 

Being a normal mother Joyce had tried to put in her 2 cents worth over the wedding plans. But unlike Sheila Rosenberg, Joyce Summers knew when to just back off and let her daughter take care of things. All of them were hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

 

Four o’clock that afternoon found a very nervous Willow standing in front of an altar in her parents beautifully landscaped back garden, fidgeting, with Xander unobtrusively rubbing the small of her back trying to soothe her ragged nerves.

 

“Hey Will,” Xander whispered. “What’s the matter, afraid the Buffster’s gonna run off with Cordy and leave you standin’ at the altar?”

 

Willow glared up at her life long friend and saw his brown eyes sparkling with humor at her expense.

 

“Shut up Xander,” the witch growled with mock jealousy. “If I recall correctly it wasn’t all that long ago that your girlfriend was making comments about my fiancee’s cute little rear end.”

 

“What!” Xander blurted out, shocked at his friend's comment.

 

This time it was Willow with the mischievously evil smirk. Xander more felt rather than heard the redhead’s chuckle.

 

“Ha, ha very funny,” he muttered under his breath. “Nothin’ worse than a witch that thinks she”s funny.”

 

Thanking the Goddess for her best friend and his overactive sense of humor, Willow also took the time to send her thanks to whichever Gods were responsible for the perfect weather, so that they were able to have the outdoor wedding they had both wanted.

 

The witch’s thoughts were interrupted by a commotion at the back of the assembled guests. She looked back wondering what was going on when she was struck breathless by the sight that met her eyes. Giles looked positively handsome in his new Armani tux and Cordelia was a regal vision in her light blue gown (the color inspired by Willow’s “Xander in a blue tux” remark) but they all came in a pale second compared to the heart stopping revelation on the librarian’s arm.

 

Buffy was the quintessential beautiful bride, not that she didn’t think the petite blonde was beautiful all the time, but now on this day at this place she was far beyond anything as mundane as beautiful.  In fact Willow’s vocabulary failed her. Words like gorgeous, etherial, and magnificent were somehow inadequate to describe the vision that filled the redhead’s very being with unbearable joy.

 

She was so affected by the sight she forgot to breath until the burning of her oxygen starved lungs reminded her.

 

“Come on girl, breathe damn it.” Willow told herself. “By the Gods, she’s so beautiful it hurts.”

 

“Whoa, you got that right,” Xander whispered in answer, surprising his friend who hadn’t realized she'd spoke out loud.

 

When Buffy saw her beloved looking at her and recognized the look in the awestruck witch’s eyes, the Slayer smiled shyly dazzling her intended even more.

 

“Will, you’re gonna be alright.” Xander whispered in her ear, causing her to realize her whole body was trembling at the sight of her bride.

 

<>Breathe, Willow, breathe.<> she told herself, while nodding to reassure her best man. <>She’ll kill you if you pass out now and that would sure put a damper on the old wedding night.<>

 

Xander gave his witchy friend a strange look when he saw her blush, then heard her chuckle under her breath.

 

Willow lost all contact with her surroundings, her eyes were captured and held by the most beautiful creation in the universe. The Slayer seemed to glow with a pure white light that eclipsed the sun itself.

 

She felt her legs go weak and her knees threatened to buckle, but by the strength of her resolve not to embarrass her bride kept upright.

 

“I can’t believe she wants me,” the redhead whispered to her best man. “If all these people weren’t here you'd see the world’s happiest happy dance.”

 

Xander couldn’t help himself and blurted out a loud laugh that he tried unsuccessfully to disguise as a cough.

 

For just an instant all eyes were on the terminally embarrassed best man.

 

Then the organ began and the spectators turned to see what Willow had already seen, the petite blonde’s presence transcended any possible written definition or phrase leaving everyone stunned by her almost supernatural beauty.

 

The sound of the collective gasp was nearly deafening.

 

Willow watched mesmerized as Giles and Buffy walked slowly down the aisle toward her, she could feel the nervous perspiration beading on her upper lip and without thinking licked it off.

 

Once they were standing next to her and Giles placed the Slayer’s hand into Willow’s they looked into each other’s eyes.

 

Buffy gave her lover one of her patented 300 watt smiles and suddenly the only thing that mattered to the redhaired witch was spending the rest of her life making this Goddess in human form happy.

 

At Buffy’s prompting Willow remembered where they were and that there were others there also, they turned to face the Rabbi that had consented to officiate the unorthodox ceremony.

 

She smiled at the two young women facing her and could see the overwhelming love that radiated from the couple and smiled reassuringly at them.

 

She had known Giles since his ‘Ripper’ days and was fully aware of the significance of what was occurring and her part in it.

 

Turning her attention to the gathering behind the couple it was apparent that not everyone was as enthusiastic over this occasion as others.

 

“It is my great honor to have been asked by these two young people to be here today.” the Rabbi began, surveying the crowd and letting her piercing grey eyes settle on each less than happy face out there resting the longest on Willow’s mother. “This is the most important time of their lives and if there are any here that cannot share the joyful spirit in which it is intended they should leave now rather than allow their negativity mar this otherwise perfect day.”

 

Pausing to allow any that wished to leave to do so, the Rabbi smiled at the two women facing her. When no one moved the Rabbi continued.

 

“Now that we are all agreed to share their joy,” the Rabbi restarted. “And as the unusual nature of this occasion is somewhat outside my training, it is my belief that Buffy and Willow have written their own vows. At this time I turn it over to them. Willow, I believe you are first.”

 

Willow turned to face her beloved and gazed into the two brightest points of light in her universe. Gulping hard then clearing her throat she began.

 

“Buffy, I don’t have the words to adequately describe my feelings for you,” the trembling Wyccan began. “You are the sun that lights my days and the moon that blesses my nights.  Without you I’m empty. I’d be wandering aimlessly through life with no direction no goals never knowing the true meaning of friendship, life, or love. Because of you I have purpose. I have a reason to believe that tomorrow will be worth living and that no matter what all my tomorrows bring they will be better for your having been with me. Without you the universe makes no sense and there is no reason to go on.

You are the rest of me.

You are my strength and my courage.

You are more to me than life itself because you are my spirits guide.

When I am frightened you protect me... When I am hurt you care for me.

When I am lost you give me direction.

I promise to be at your side no matter what we face we shall now and forever face it together.”

 

Both women were weeping uncontrollably making it impossible for Buffy to read the things she had written and so she decided to “wing it”.

 

“Willow, my Wills,” Buffy began, letting herself get lost in the fathomless pools of her lover’s eyes. "I still can’t believe where we are. My greatest fear is that I’ll wake up and find this is all just some wonderful dream. I remember the day I met you and asking who is this beautiful soul and why does she appear to like me. I think even then my heart knew you, that my soul felt the pull of your soul, but being young and naive I simply chalked it up to friendship. I was right, but over the years since that day you have redefined that term until without either of us realizing it our feelings past beyond friendship into the realm of true deep lasting love and respect.

Now we have at last come to that point where we must stop denying the truth that we both know. It is time to leave the half-truths of our childhood and start on the interwoven path that our destinies have laid before us.

I can’t do this alone.

I need my Willow to be with me.

You are the rock that anchors me.

Your goodness keeps me from go over to the darkness that has nearly claimed me many times.

You are my other half, the soul that completes mine.

Without you I’d have lain down and died long ago.

I love you with every fiber of my being. I give you my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul.

Do with what you will but I beg you to love them and hold them near your heart because that’s the only place I truly want to be.”

 

Unable to continue, the two teary eyed young women turned to face the Rabbi. She smiled down at these two bright loving faces and was struck once again by the deep abiding unquestioning love they had for each other.

 

The sight brought tears of hope and happiness to the older woman’s eyes. She looked out over the gathering and saw that there was not a dry eye in the place.

 

During this she had Xander and Cordelia give her the rings, the Rabbi looked at the two identical silver rings and gasped quietly as a jolt of unknown power shot up her arm.

 

She held her hand that was holding the rings to the couple and could feel a powerful vibration filling the air as lightening shot across the cloudless sky.

 

“The rings symbolize the strength and depth of your commitment to each other. By giving them you are inviting your partner into your life and by accepting them you are pledging to love and respect them to the exclusion of all others,” the Rabbi said quietly, almost as if the words were meant solely for the couple being joined.

 

Once the two had given and received their rings the Rabbi reached and took their joined hands into hers and when they looked at her she spoke. “The path the two of you have chosen to follow is a path less travelled. The days ahead of you will hold many trials as well as joys and the two of you have chosen to face them together.

That is a good thing in this world.

Just be sure to be there for each other. Let no day end without showing and telling your partner what their love and support means to you. Your life will never be the same. But remember you are no longer forced to face your trials and tribulations alone and that you have the unwavering love of each other to rely on.”

 

She smiled and looked out to the spectators and turned to the two that were now one and smiled. “As much as these two young people have pledged their commitment to each other in words and symbolically with the exchange of rings, by the power afforded me both by my beliefs and those assembled I declare these two souls joined and would introduce them for the first time as Buffy and Willow Rosenberg-Summers.”

 

Both Buffy and Willow were beaming and blushing as the gathering stood and cheered theirs union.

 

Xander leaned in and whispered into Willow’s ear. “Come on Will, you’re supposed to kiss her or something.”

 

Willow took her new wife’s chin in her hand and gently turned the red faced blonde’s head to face her, then softly pressed her lips to Buffy’s giving her a chaste loving kiss, not wanting to embarrass her or any of the others.

 

Buffy figured out what she was doing and wrapped her arms around Willow’s neck and proceeded to kiss the redhead passionately not releasing the kiss until the lack of oxygen became an issue.

 

“Wow!” was all Willow could gasp out when her lover finally released her.

 

“That should hold you till tonight my little witch.” Buffy told her with a wicked smile. “Now let’s go. Cordy’s got a party planned and the sooner we get there the sooner we can get started on the Honeymoon.”

 

Buffy grabbed her new wife’s hand and led the still partially stunned woman back up the aisle to the limo Willo’'s father had gotten them. The Slayer dove into the back of the long black vehicle and pulled a very willing redhead in with her.

 

As the chauffeur shut the car door, nearby guests could hear a giggling Slayer say.

 

“To the party Jeeves and step on it.”

 

Chapter 21

 

The long shiny black limousine pulled smoothly into the parking lot followed closely by two shorter chauffeured vehicles. All of them came to a stop at the front of the big brick building that had been rented for the reception.

 

Xander, Cordelia, Giles, and Joyce Summers exited the second car and went directly into the building followed by Ira and Sheila Rosenberg.

 

After several minutes a frustrated Sheila Rosenberg came storming out of the building and began pounding on the door of the limo that still contained the newlyweds.

 

“Willow!” the angry woman shouted. “Will you and your little friend get out here right now?"

When she received no answer, Mrs. Rosenberg pounded so hard it hurt her hand which made her even madder at the two young women in the car.

 

“Willow Rosenberg!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, her face beet red with anger. “Get out here this instant. The guests will be arriving any minute now and we need to set up the receiving line. This ‘marriage’ is bad enough without the added embarrassment of being rude.”

 

That worked better than she wanted. The door flew open and an extremely enraged and disheveled Willow Rosenberg-Summers jumped out of the limo and into her mother’s face.

 

“I’ve had just about enough of your attitude mother,” Willow growled, her entire body trembling with rage and hurt. “If you don’t like the idea of my wife and I letting the world know of our love, then there is no reason for you to be here and believe me, after the way you’ve acted the last few weeks neither of us would miss you in the least. I will personally see to it that you are escorted home and we’ll make sure that daddy gets home after the reception. So what is it mother, are you staying or leaving?”

 

“Honey, please don’t do this,” Buffy whispered in her wife’s ear. She had followed Willow out of the limo and had stood calmly behind her during the redhead’s outburst at her overbearing mother. “You know how your mother is and it isn’t fair to expect her to become a different person over night. This is our day don’t let her ruin it.”

 

Hearing her lover’s plea on behalf of her own aggravating mother touched the witch on so many levels that it took all her will not to release the flood of tears that threatened to flow in rivers from her eyes. It was hard to believe that after everything her mother had done to them, her new bride still came to her defense. Even if they both thought that. The guilt of throwing her mother out of the reception would have wrecked the entire day for Willow, and Buffy was really thinking of her lover when she spoke.

 

Sheila looked at the petite blonde slack jawed with surprise at her words.

 

“I’m sorry love,” Willow said. embarrassed when she calmed enough to realize they were standing outside and that people were beginning to arrive. “If you plan on staying mother, you’d better come in with us. Just remember one more comment about my wife or our relationship and you are out of here, not to mention out of our lives. Do you understand me?”

 

“Yes I understand.” Mrs. Rosenberg said in defeat, realizing that she’d over-stepped herself and how lucky she was that her daughter’s friend had spoken up for her. “I’m sorry dear, I shouldn’t have said that.” Silently accepting her mother’s apology, Willow turned and wrapped her arm around Buffy’s waist kissing her lightly.

 

“You are truly amazing, you know that?” the redhead told her bride. “Every time I think I know how you'll react to something, you turn around and do something like this. I so love you.”

 

“Of course you do.” Buffy said, smiling with complete adoration at her love. “Don’t you remember? I’m irresistible.”

 

Both of the newlyweds broke into peals of laughter as they led the way to the doors.

 

************

 

The rest of the reception went fairly smoothly, thanks to Cordelia’s taking the time to research what was expected at both the usual reception and what was done at a typical Jewish reception.

 

In order to keep the peace with Willow’s family, she had been sure to have a band to handle the traditional dances and activities so that the Rosenberg’s relatives were satisfied.

 

Once that part of the party was over and most of the older crowd had left, Cordelia had arranged for the DJ from the Bronze to take over the musical entertainment.

 

Having prepared for the change in atmosphere the girls had Xander go out to their cars in the parking lot and bring in their bags that had a change of clothes.

 

Once they were dressed in more casual clothing and the Rosenberg’s had gone on home the two lovers felt free to relax and enjoy themselves.

 

Surrounded by their friends they knew they had no reason to worry about offending anyone, and were free to express their intense feelings for each other.

 

They danced, drank, laughed, and had fun with their guests, not to mention many PDAs. Finally they reached the point where they were getting tired and Buffy began talking about retiring to the posh hotel that their friends had all chipped in and got them for their wedding night.

 

“I know you’re tired honey.” Willow whispered in the Slayer’s ear. “But if you’ll just give me one more dance we’ll ditch this place and head for the sheets, okay?”

 

“Anything for you sweetie.” Buffy answered, while nibbling at her lover’s ear, causing the witch to groan. “But don’t take too long. I need to have you now. And if you don’t want to live one of Xander’s fantasies, you'll be getting me out of here soon.”

 

“No probs, babe.” Willow said, gulping hard. “Just a little patience. I promise it’ll be worth it. I hope.”

 

Willow went over and said something to the DJ who smiled and nodded to her, then reached out and shook the girl’s hand. Willow turned and strolled back to her curious lover, smiling brightly.

 

“What are you up to?” the blonde asked suspiciously, as she melted into her beloved’s arms.

 

“It’s just...well..I kinda...this is...” Willow tried to explain, tongue tied with emotion. “Ever since this song came out it’s made me think of you and how I felt about you. I’d be willing to bet I wore out 10 or 20 of these CDs just listening to it over and over. And I figured I’d share it with you and hope it meant as much to you as it does to me.”

 

“I’m sure it will, my love.” Buffy answered, her voice thick with the deep feelings she felt at her lover’s admission.

 

Willow gathered Buffy into her arms tightly, as the DJ began the CD and the music came flooding from the sound system. The Slayer felt as much as heard her partner singing softly into her ear.

 

  ******

{{“And I’d give up forever to touch you

  Cause I know that you feel me somehow

  You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be   And I

don't wanna go home right now.”}}

*******

 

Buffy was oblivious to every thing around her. Her entire being was focused on the beautiful alto voice of her universe singing in her ear and the words being written on her soul.

 

  *****

{{“And all I can taste is this moment

   And all I can breath is your life

   And sooner or later it's over

   I just don’t wanna miss you tonight.”}}

*****

Willow could feel her heart pouring out of her and into the woman she loved with each word. She was trying to convey all the soul searing emotions that her heart felt for this tiny woman that she was holding in her arms. Hoping all the while that her reason for being was experiencing the same thing.

 

*****

{{“And I don’t want the world to see me

   Cause I think that they’d understand

   When everything’s made to be broken

   I just want you to know who I am.”}}

*****

 

Both young were entranced with each other and didn’t even notice when everyone else cleared the dance floor to watch the tender moment occurring between the newlyweds.

 

*****

{{“And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t comin. 

   Or the moment of truth in your lies

   When everything feels like the movies

   And you bleed just to know you’re alive.”}}

*****

Willow was overcome by her emotions and her throat was too tight to finish to sing the final chorus. All she could do was hold her Buffy tightly in her arms and let her feelings flow in mute rivers into the ocean of her lover’s soul.

 

Knowing the deep need to express herself that her new bride was trying to deal with, Buffy remained silent and held on to the trembling red-head letting the waves of emotion wash over her.

 

When the music stopped they continued to hold on to each other in the middle of the dance floor. In order to minimise an awkward moment, Cordelia signaled the DJ to play something else and, pulling Xander onto the dance floor, began to dance.

 

Thus drawing attention away from the two entranced lovers, who were totally absorbed in each other, oblivious to those around them.

 

Finally remembering that they weren’t alone the newlyweds went to the bar to have one last drink before sneaking out.

 

Raising their glasses to Cordelia in thanks for all her hard work, they finished the drinks in one gulp.

 

They were setting down their drinks in preparation to leave when one of their friends came up to them and handed Buffy a note.

 

“I don’t know what it is,” the young man explained. “This guy I’ve never seen before, that was dressed like Rambo or something, gave it to me and asked me to bring it to you. To be honest he was kinda scary so I did what he said, I hope that’s okay.”

 

“No problem Jerry.” Willow told the obviously still frightened young man while her partner read the note. “It’s probably a good idea that you did. Cause if it's from who I think it is, you’re right, he is scary.”

 

Mumbling his thanks the young man rejoined the rest of the party and went back to enjoying the festivities. Willow turned and looked at her lover as the blonde read the note.

 

“What is it, Buffy?” Willow asked, worried that their one night honeymoon was about to be called off. “Is everything alright?”

 

“I guess it's okay,” the Slayer mumbled as she finished the missive and handed it to the witch. “Check it out for yourself and see what you make of it.”

 

Willow took the note from her partner and the first thing she noticed was the heavy bond paper that it was written on. Next she saw that it was written with a neat flowing hand that while written with an ancient form of lettering but the note was easy to read and was obviously written by a well educated and in an aristocratic style by someone with lots of practice at writing reports and messages.

 

The most surprising and somewhat frightening thing was who it was from and what they wanted. She read it over several times to be sure that she hadn’t misunderstood it's meaning.

                                    

     To The Slayer and The Sorceress

 

Ladies,

I would greatly appreciate it if you would both meet myself and my

personal guard in the parking lot.

 

We mean you no harm and wish to relay information that I am sure you

will find both necessary and at least partially welcome.

 

Please come as it would be inconvenient for all concerned if I was

compelled to enter the building to deliver my message.

                                                        

With Respect

                               

Kresis

Count of the First Circle

Lord of the House of Red Swords

 

Willow looked at her wife and waited for her to indicate what course of action they would take.

 

“Well it looks like he’s given us no choice.” The Slayer said, shrugging her shoulders. “I thought about having you stay here, but he asked for both of us and besides that you wouldn’t stay anyway.”

 

“You’re darn skippy on that.” Willow announced fiercely. “That’s the deal now. Where you go, I go, no discussion no, compromises. You got that almighty Slayer?”

 

“Yes my loving wife and Sorceress.” Buffy said, beaming at the redhead’s resolve and devotion. “All or nothing from now on.”

 

“You got it,” the witch agreed, and linked arms with her lover. “Let’s go sweetie. We got a Count to see.”

 

The two women walked out of the building and stepped into the well lit parking lot. They strolled casually over to Willow's car and leaned on it to await their visitor.

 

They didn’t have to wait long.

 

Two dark figures separated from the shadows surrounding the parking area and slowly approached them keeping their hands in sight to make the point that they were unarmed and came in peace. Willow took the time to study the two entities the were coming toward them.

 

One was the soldier she’d seen after the fight with Hela, she could tell by the way he moved and the black patch over his right eye.

 

The other was the tall regal ‘man’ that had confronted the demoness and although he had failed to destroy or capture her, he had caused her to run away. He was walking with a slight limp and Willow saw that he was missing his right arm.

 

When they were within a couple of feet Buffy stopped them.

 

“I think that’s close enough gentlemen,” the Slayer said holding out a hand “I believe you said you had some news for us. So what is it? We have friends to get back to.”

 

“Ah right to the point Slayer, I can respect that,” the one armed ‘man’ remarked with a slightly quirky smile. “Especially on ones wedding night.”

 

He gripped the Slayer’s forearm in the traditional warrior’s greeting, followed by the second figure. The Count then turned and lifting Willow’s offered hand let his lips brush across the back of her hand.

 

Willow blushed at this courtesy and a low defensive growl came from her lover. In respect for the Slayer’s feelings the Count released the hand and stepped back. His companion simply bowed respectfully to the witch then rejoined his commander.

 

“First I suppose I should introduce my companion and myself.” Kresis said, looking at the two warriors that had fought him and Hela to a stand still, his respect for them rising as he realized how young they were. “As I said in my note, I am Count Kresis and this is my aide, general, and friend Caladin, and first I would like to convey our congratulations and best wishes on this momentous occasion.”

 

“Thank you.” Willow answered quickly, before her lover could come up with an insult for these unexpected allies. “But I’m sure you didn’t go through all the trouble to get us out here just to wish us well.”

 

“Quite so, Sorceress,” the Count answered. “I can see you are perceptive as well as powerful and beautiful. No we didn’t come here to wish you well, I am here to give you some good news and a warning. First of all we have searched thoroughly and all indications are that our mutual opponent has left not only this town, but this country all together. We will continue to hunt the bitch until we have delivered her to justice in our home realm. However I must warn you that Hela is a spiteful and vindictive being and as long as she is free to roam your realm neither of you is completely secure. She hates to lose and she despises loose ends, and the two of you are both. Do not doubt for a second that she will be trying to come up with a way to get back at you both in the most painful way she can conceive.”

 

“We thank you for the warning Count.” Buffy said thoughtfully. “Believe me, we will take it to heart. I also wish you luck in your hunt, for obvious reasons and to thank you, Caladin and your warriors, for your best wishes and concern for our well-being. I only hope that we are not forced to face each other as enemies at some future time.”

 

“I wish the same Chosen One.” came Caladin’s gruff voice in reply. “But if that should come to pass, you will be an enemy I will face with honor and respect. Be Well.”

 

The two figures bowed and turned, quickly disappearing into the night, leaving the two young women looking at each in wonder at the old battle scarred veteran’s parting words.

 

Willow looked over at her wife and didn't need to know her thoughts to know what was going through her mind.

 

“Well that was semi-good news.” Willow said lightly, trying to relieve some of the tension their visitors had caused. “At least we can get through the rest of the joining without having to worry about that not so nice female trying to take you away from me.”

 

She gave the Slayer one of her best don’t-worry-about-me smiles and took the lovely blonde into a tight embrace. Willow could feel the tense muscles relax as Buffy melted into the warm loving pressure of the witch’s embrace.

 

It wasn’t long before all thoughts of Kresis, Hela, or any future problems with either of them were driven from the Slayer’s mind by her lover’s persistent attentions.

 

“What do you say we go inside, say our goodbyes and get this honeymoon thing on the road?” Willow whispered into Buffy’s ear. The warm air of the redhead’s breath washed over Buffy’s ear causing the Slayer to shiver with excitement.

 

“Oh yeah.” the blonde said, her voice horse with anticipation. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard since we got here.”

 

Holding hands the two newlyweds ran into the building and bid their remaining friends a fond farewell and told everyone to stay as long as they liked. They were soon in Willow’s car and headed toward the most exclusive hotel in Sunnydale.

 

Willow parked her car in the covered lot and, after checking in at the front desk, the two excited young women went to their room on the top most floor.

 

When they entered the room they were both stunned by the opulence of the room (suite really) that their friends had gotten them.

 

The entire suite was the very definition of understated elegance. While under normal circumstances, they would have spent hours exploring every inch of the rooms thoroughly. But on this night, after a cursory examination, they were only interested in each other.

 

They fell into each other’s arms and began kissing each other passionately, tongues swirling around each other, trying to inspect every centimeter of the other’s oral cavity, while anxious hands tore off clothing desperate to feel and taste bare skin.

 

Both were breathing heavily, interspersed with pleading whimpers for more intimate contact.

 

Finally, after their clothing was scattered all over the area and their knees were ready to buckle with unrequited lust, Buffy scooped her red-haired bride into her arms and without breaking the kiss, carried her willing captive into the adjoining bedroom and gently laid her on the soft comfortable oversized mattress.

 

Buffy looked deeply into the eyes of her existence and saw only overwhelming love and all consuming passion there.

 

Then with a growl of pure lust the Slayer took the body that held the other half of her soul and the two lovers spent the rest of the night satisfying the call of their needs and most primal urges, their names being called out to the gods until they both collapsed in total and sated exhaustion still holding each other as they drifted off into a contented dreamless sleep.

 

The next morning, just as the sun made it’s daily appearance on the Eastern horizon and shafts of red, orange, and golden light lanced through the cloudless sky driving away the last vestiges of night, the two still very tired women were wakened by a persistent knocking at the heavy oak door of their suite.

 

A grumpy half asleep redhead untangled herself from her blonde lover and, pulling on a robe, she went to answer the door.

 

As Willow suspected, when she opened the door she was greeted by two gray robed Druids. Their hoods were up and it was impossible to see their faces.

 

They were accompanied by four women that Willow recognized as members of the coven that was assisting with their formal joining ceremony.

 

The six came in and one of the priests faced Willow and placed his hands gently on her shoulders.

 

“It is time for you to prepare, Sorceress,” the man informed her in a deep resonate voice that reminded the witch of their friend Lugh. “You and your beloved, the sister of your soul, must now accompany us to the place set aside for the preliminaries required by tradition for the completion of your becoming as one.”

 

“I understand.” Willow answered solemnly. “I will awaken my other half and we will follow your instructions.”

 

With a nod from the priest, Willow and the four attendants went into the bedroom and, with a fair amount of trouble, finally managed to wake a reluctant Buffy. With the assistance of their attendants, both were dressed only in two intricately embroidered black and silver, velvet robes.

 

Once they were ready the group joined the two priests that were patiently waiting for them in the other room. Each priest approached one of the two women and simultaneously explained the procedures to be followed for the day.

 

“From now until tonight’s ceremony, the two of you will be separated,” the priest’s droned. “We will be with you through out the day to assist you in the various necessary rituals that must be performed. This is the way it has been done for countless generations and has been handed down by our forebears. Now if you will accompany us after bidding your beloved a temporary farewell, the rituals shall begin.”

 

With a quick kiss and whispered words of encouragement, the two young lovers left each with one priest and two of the females. Neither knowing for sure what they would face that day and each knowing that no matter what was asked of them they would do it because that was what was necessary for them to be together completely and forever.

 

If nothing else Willow was sure this would be an adventure.

 

Chapter 22

 

Wearing only the intricately designed ceremonial robes given them by their attendants, Buffy and Willow followed the priests down the back stairway to the covered parking area where two identical unmarked panel vans were waiting for them, complete with drivers. The doors were opened revealing an enclosed area with four comfortable looking ‘captains’ chairs.

 

“From here we go our separate ways,” the first priest told them. “Slayer, if you will accompany my brother and join him in that vehicle, he will see that all your questions are answered to your satisfaction. You will be taken to a sacred place to complete your preparations for tonight’s ceremony.”

 

With a nervous glance at the enclosed van, Buffy turned an imploring look to her lover. Willow gave her a reassuring smile and, with a show of total confidence, the witch climbed into the van assigned to her.

 

The first priest and two of the women followed the redhead into the van closing the doors behind them. Seeing that her partner put her trust in these people, Buffy followed her example and quickly climbed into the van and with some difficulty eventually made herself comfortable in the reclining seat provided for the trip.

 

Once everyone was in their respective places and getting a signal from their passengers, the drivers started the vans and with profession skill eased them into traffic, pointing them east toward the heavily wooded hills that over looked Sunnydale.

 

Unable to see the outside, Willow relaxed into her seat and reached out to her partner with her mind. Feeling her lover’s confusion and near panic at being separated from the other half of her soul, Willow sent the Slayer reassuring and comforting thoughts hoping to calm her lover and allay her fears for Willow’s well being.

 

Finally sensing the Slayer’s uneasy acceptance of her companion’s thoughts, the young witch could feel her lover reluctantly surrendering to the circumstance, temporarily at least.

 

That accomplished, the redhead allowed herself to relax into the oversized reclining seat for the remainder of the ride.

 

After a little over an hours ride into the hilly wilderness overlooking Sunnydale, the van turned down a side road that, judging by the sounds coming from the tires, was gravel instead of the asphalt they’d been on.

 

Shortly the van slowed to a smooth stop, and without any undue ceremony the doors of the van opened flooding the compartment with sunlight, fresh air and the sounds of a beautiful summers day.  Willow followed the others out of the van. She looked around and was pleasantly surprised.

 

“This is very nice.” Willow commented, enchanted by her surroundings. “I only hope it’s not as rustic as it appears."

 

“Don’t worry Sorceress,” the young brunette attendant named Kati said softly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the moment. “It may be isolated here, but the areas have all the modern convinces, including telephones.”

 

“Thank the Goddess.” Willow sighed wistfully, then looked around for the other van. “Where’s Buffy?”

 

“Your Slayer is at an almost identical facility about a half mile from here,” the priest reassured her. “She is going through the same preparations as you.”

 

“Okay. But I wish your friends luck if Buffy doesn’t want to be prepared.” Willow chuckled softly, and not without sympathy. 

 

“That’s true, Sorceress,” the second blonde haired attendant named Timmra quipped knowingly. “However I believe both of you will find the process of preparation quite enjoyable.”

 

The two women giggled and Willow noticed a conspiratorial glance between the two women that made her wonder just what she was in for over the next several hours.

 

The priest gave a blessing over the grounds and the three women and with a bow excused himself, promising to return later in time to escort them to the circle for the ceremony.

 

Once he was gone the two women led a leery redheaded witch to a small dome topped building. They opened the entrance and Willow could smell the pleasant aroma of cedar mixed with herbs and spices.

 

They led her into the small cedar lined room and helped their charge out of her robe leaving her naked and bade her sit on a long towel covered bench build into the back wall of the room.

 

As they left Kati flipped a switch and turned a dial that started the system that produced steam by intermittently spraying water on heated rocks. Then they left her there alone to relax, and meditate while they attended to other details.

 

Willow sat back and let out a sigh of contentment, telling herself to remember to thank the Goddess for whoever it was that thought of this part of the preparations, they were true geniuses.

 

She was feeling almost too good especially after a day like yesterday.

 

<>And a night like last night.<> she thought to herself, a grin of pure animal pleasure on her face.

 

It wasn't long before Willow’s mind was feeling waves of pleasure from some where other than her own body.

 

A slow sexy smile came over her face as her lover’s feelings joined her own. Their two kindred spirits communed on an etherial plain far more harmonious than their own, as time became a thing of no consequence. All that mattered was the feeling of true peace and contentment that washed over them.

 

After what seemed an eternity squeezed into a minute, Willow felt herself being drawn back to the confines of her corporeal self. She frowned as she recognized the disturbance as someone calling her name.

 

Willow looked up to put a face to the soft yet insistent voice that interrupted her visions and frowned slightly as the blonde’s name evaded her memory momentarily.

 

“Pardon me for disturbing you, friend Willow,” the older woman apologised misinterpreting the frown. “But the time has come for you to move forward with your preparations.”

 

“Oh...I..uh...I mean sure, Timmra,” the witch almost shouted, as the attendant’s popped into her mind. ‘Don’t apologize. I was just thinking is all and I didn’t hear you until just now.”

 

“That's alright, dear.” Timmra assured her. “This is a big day for you and your Slayer and you’re allowed to suffer from a little nervous tension. I mean I’m nervous, and Im only here to assist.”

 

Both women laughed the tension broken. Timmra handed the red-head a large fluffy towel to wrap around herself and led her to a shower in the main cabin, so the sweaty young woman could rinse off.

 

Once Willow was rinsed off, she was instructed to wrap the towel around herself again and follow Timmra to another room, where Kati was waiting for them standing next to a long narrow padded leather table. The two attendants helped the now curious redhead up onto the table

and, after removing the towel, had Willow lay on her stomach.

 

As shy as she had always been, Willow was more than a little unsure about being disrobed in front of these two fairly unknown women.

 

Fortunately they had been chosen for this duty for their ability to be reassuring to others no matter the situation no matter how little they knew them.

 

It wasn’t long before the red-head was laughing and chatting happily with her new found friends as if she'd known them all her life and wasn’t totally naked while they were wearing hardly anything themselves.

 

Once Willow was relaxed, Kati retrieved two bottles of scented massage oil that had been warming in a pan of hot water.

 

She and Timmra poured a liberal amount of the fragrant oil in their hands and began gently rubbing it into the soft skin of their charges neck and back.

 

Taking their time the two women used their talented strong hands to work out every kink and knot in every muscle in Willow's body, from her neck all the way down to the soles of her feet.

 

When they finished massaging her feet the redhead was so relaxed she couldn’t move. At least she didn’t think so until Kati helped her roll over and the two women began to repeat the process on the front side of the now very red witch.

 

The normally demure young woman would have nearly fainted from embarrassment, but her life with Buffy and the bond they shared had done wonders for her self esteem and confidence, but even her new-found strength met it’s match when the two talented (and quite attractive, she was forced to admit to herself) women began working their wonders on the muscles of the front side of her fully exposed front.

 

The erotic possibilities of their particular talent was not lost on their charge and she feared that any reaction she might have to their admittedly enjoyable ministrations would be misconstrued and create an undesired complication for all concerned.

 

Despite her fears the two women ceased their attentions long before their charge felt anything but relaxed. They left Willow to rest while the next phase of the process was being prepared.

 

Once again Willow’s thoughts floated to that etherial plane where she enjoyed complete freedom of spirit.

 

<>This has got to be what Heaven is like.<> Willow thought to herself .<>I hope Buffy is feeling this good.<>

 

A smile crossed her lips as she reached and felt her lovers own feelings of pure pleasure.

 

<>I'll have to remember to get some pointers from Kati and Timmra before we leave.<> the smiling red-head decided. <>I bet even the Chosen One couldn’t resist this, especially with a couple of extra moves added.<>

 

After allowing the young bride to enjoy this rare opportunity to completely relax for a while, Kati returned for her and led the still groggy witch to another room that contained a huge sunken tub filled with hot scented water.

 

The two women helped Willow into the tub, then gently bathed her. The redhead was nearly unaware of what her two companion were doing until they were nearly finished. She was amazed a how secure and safe these two, up till now, strangers had made her feel.

 

They left her up to her chin in the tub, her back resting against the side of the fiberglass nirvana, her head laid back over the edge, her eyes closed in total serenity.  Willow was completely oblivious to the concept of time and was totally unaware of the hour when her attendants returned for her.

 

“The hour of your joining draws near, friend Willow.” Timmra said, her clear soft voice gently interrupting the young woman’s thoughts. “It is time to finish your preparations.”

 

“Ah okay if you say so,” the redhead agreed. “But you have no idea how hard this is to leave.”

 

With a quiet chuckle the older woman helped Willow from the tub and with Kati’s assistance, used large soft towels to dry the slight red-head’s body.

 

They led her to another room where they helped her, brushing out the scarlet shoulder length locks until they shone with a luster all it’s own, the light reflecting flaming highlights causing the halo effect that so enraptured her lover.

 

Finally they helped Willow into her gown and stepped back to admire the results of their daylong efforts. Both women gasped at the regal beauty of this naive yet powerful woman.

 

They had realized that she was pretty when they had begun, but now the sight of her dazzled and humbled them.

 

Now they saw what Buffy saw every time she looked at her beloved Willow.

 

“She truly is the great Sorceress,” Kati, the younger of the two, whispered in awe of the sight.

 

:Yes she is my dear,” her elder companion said reverently. “The true mate of the Slayer.”

 

Suddenly aware of their own need to get ready the two women excused themselves.

 

“If you will wait in the entry room we will join you shortly,” Timmra told her. “I believe you will find a gift awaiting there for you.”

 

With a sly knowing smile the older woman followed her friend out of the room.

 

As Willow entered the front room of the cabin her nose was the first to notice that something in the room had changed since she’d entered it hours earlier.

 

The fragrance of flowers assaulted her sense of smell following her nose the witch saw a huge bouquet of flowers.  She smiled when she saw it consisted of white roses (Buffy’s favorite) and her own favorite lilies.

 

Examining the floral display closely Willow found a note written in her lovers well known hand.

 

For my Wills

With everything I am.

 B.

 

Unfolding the paper the bleary eye red head found an ancient poem that Buffy had liked from the minute Willow showed to her.

 

Join with me under a garland of stars,

     Conifers silent witness

To night winds echoed vows

     Throughout universal whiteness

The sepulchre of the Gods

     Touch me once for all time

All lives that are to be

     Our love enshrined

Join with me under the gaze of the stars, Celestial

concourse, Bless our joy

Now and forever more

     Join me, my sister, my soul, my love.

 

Willow could feel the hot tears fall from eyes to leave trails down her cheeks, and when her two companions joined her and inquired as to the reason for her tears she showed them the note. They too were soon in tears.

 

<>Thank the Goddess for waterproof make-up.<> Willow thought with a slight smile. <>I got a feeling it will get a work out before this night is through.<>

 

Chapter 23 – Conclusion

 

The three women’s tear-fest was interrupted by a heavy knock on the door.

 

“Who is it?” Willow asked a little more abruptly than she meant.

 

“It is time to go, Sorceress,” a deep voice answered from the other side of the door. “I had hoped you were expecting me, the moon is rising.”

 

“Sorry.” Willow said sheepishly, realizing how harsh she’d sounded. “I hadn’t noticed the time.”

 

“That’s quite all right, my child,” the priest returned, feeling an affinity for this young, powerful, yet gracious witch he’d only just recently met. “A certain nervous anxiety is to be expected on such a momentous occasion.”

 

Her two attendants helped her on with her cloak and fastened it at the throat with the pentagram fastener.

 

The priest handed her the staff she’d received from Teach Tu Dannan. Then, while the two other women placed and secured a crown of Holly and Black Oak leaves on the soon to be joined woman’s head, the priest intoned an ancient blessing.

 

“Now shall we proceed,” the older man said and led the way out the door. “You will be blindfolded before we enter the sacred grounds. I hope this is not a problem.”

 

“Of course not.” Willow stated. “I’ve done my homework.”

 

That brought a smile to the priest’s lips as he handed her a strand of rope that hung from his belt.

 

The priest and the two attending witches each took up a torch that had been placed outside the cabin and lit them from a small fire at the beginning of the path that led through the woods to the clearing where the ceremony was to be held.

 

As she was led through the dense woods by her escorts Willow began to hear a deep resonant chanting, in an ancient language she’d never heard before, that grew louder with every step they took. There was also the sound of drums and if her senses weren’t fooling her someone was playing a flute.

 

It wasn’t long before the witch could tell by the sounds and the feel of the atmosphere that her party had reached the clearing.

 

Her blindfold was removed and she found herself standing at one end of an aisle formed by people in either grey Druid robes or the black and silver robes of Willow’s friends’ coven. Each was holding a flaming torch.

 

Willow hesitated for a moment in awe of the spectacle she beheld. Looking around she noticed the scene took on an even more surrealistic appearance as a thick white fog rose from the ground surrounding the clearing. She looked to the priest that had escorted her to the area.

 

“Your destiny awaits Sorceress,” the man said, softly indicating that she should proceed down the aisle. “Go forth and join with your beloved.”

 

Willow took the candle offered her by the priest, who then took his place with the others forming the aisle. She walked slowly down the aisle hearing the gasps as many of those gathered were seeing her for the first time in the green, velvet silver trimmed gown and cloak given her by Brigit.

 

As she reached the center of the clearing Willow set her eyes on her lover and as always was breathless at the sight, but this time more than normal.

 

Buffy too was wearing the clothing given her by the Morrigan, but the sight of her lover in the leather tunic, short dark blue skirt and knee high leather boots set the young witch’s blood on fire.

 

Buffy also wore a crown of Holly and Black Oak leaves but, unlike Willow who wore her hair loose letting the flaming waves cascade to her shoulders, the Slayer wore her blonde locks pulled back into a French braid that hung down her back.

 

Thoughts of ravaging the blonde beauty filled the redhead’s mind and reading her lover’s thoughts Buffy favored her with a dazzling smile that told the hormonal young woman that they both were feeling the same thing.

 

Continuing her walk toward the altar where her lover waited Willow noticed the two coven members that stood beside the Slayer. Remembering her time with the two women that were accompanying her, she felt a momentary twinge of jealousy knowing that they had touched her Slayer as intimately as Kati and Timmra had touched her.

 

The feeling was gone almost as quickly as it came but not quick enough that the Slayer didn't notice her lover’s feelings and gave her Sorceress a disapproving frown that fleetingly crossed her features.

 

Willow felt a small pang of guilt at her momentary lack of trust in her soulmate and quickly mouthed an apology to her slightly hurt partner, who once again gave her that all forgiving adoring smile that was reserved only for Willow.

 

As the witch approached the altar the priests and witches holding the torches filed in after her forming a circle around the altar and the wedding party.

 

When Willow reached her lover’s side, Buffy leaned over and lightly kissed her beloved’s lips then side by side they turned to face the altar.

 

A frail looking old priest in a heavily decorated robe, leaning heavily on his intricately carved staff, stepped up to the opposite side of the altar from the couple and their sponsors.

 

He nodded to a younger man in a pure white robe. The young priest held a large sword up and began walking around the outside of the circle.

 

On his first trip around all was silent. On the second trip he stopped at the compass points as the priest or witch that stood there called that corner. That's when the first strange event of the night happened.

 

The young priest’s first stop was at the Northern point and as the priest that was there called for the guardian of the element of earth, a huge white wolf stepped out of the thick impenetrable fog and went directly to the north point where he sat and, with his tongue hanging out in a canine smile, looked expectantly at the old priest.

 

The old man smiled and was heard to say “Welcome Icerunner.” Then indicated for the young, obviously frightened, priest to continue.

 

At the East corner a grey wolf came out of the fog and, when seated, was greeted as Dawnchaser the guardian of Air.

 

From the South came the red wolf called Firewalker guardian of Fire and from the West came Wavedancer the black wolf guardian of Water.

 

The now pale and shaken young priest then began his third circuit of the circle he began chanting the casting of the circle of protection, until he ended up where he started. He then returned to the old high priest and awaited his next duty.

 

The old priest turned and looked at the two young people in front of him and with an amused twinkle in his surprisingly bright hazel eyes gave the now even more nervous couple a friendly grin.

 

“I would call that an auspicious start, wouldn’t you?” he said with an infectious chuckle. “It seems the powers want you two together so I’d better get this dog and pony show on the road. An old man like me can’t afford to get the powers mad at him.”

 

Everyone around the altar heard him and they all couldn't help but let out a tense chuckle, which was what he was shooting for.

 

Letting a serious expression come over his features he pounded his iron-shod staff on the ground 3 times to call everyone’s attention.

 

“You have come to this altar of your own free will to join with your chosen mate,” he turned and looked at Buffy and Willow who nodded their agreement then he continued to the spectators. “Who sponsors and supports this union of souls?”

 

The four witches that had accompanied them started to step forward to vouch for the couple but found they couldn't move or speak. The air between them and the couple seemed to shimmer and bend then three figures stepped out of a portal.

 

“That would be our place,” came the husky voice of the statuesque redhead who turned to Buffy and smiled mischievously. “Did you think this would go by without our notice Slayer?”

 

“Morrigan!” Buffy shouted, and grabbed the tall woman in a fierce hug that would have broken a lesser person. “Gods I’m glad you guys came, but we weren't sure it was allowed.”

 

Brigit walked up to a happily tearful Willow and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

 

“You are restarting a circle that we thought was gone for eternity.” The soft reassuring voice of Brigit began. “And with the two of you taking over where we were forced to leave off, all those many generations ago, we simply could not miss it.”

 

“Now that all is as it should be, friend priest, let us begin.” Lugh called out, his deep voice reverberating through the night air. “Before these women drown us in tears of joy.”

 

Morrigan sniffed and shot a withering at her friend and ancient mentor, to which he returned a knowing and compassionate smile.

 

“We have come to sponsor these new Sisters of the Soul.” Morrigan announced proudly. “And to promise our support and the support of all that follow our path.”

 

The old priest nodded his head and for a moment was at a loss for words. Even he, who thought he’d seen everything, had to admit that in all his years not once had a legendary god figure actually come to a ceremony.

 

Now here in this quiet little burg three of the most famous of the ancient Celtic legends had come to sponsor a lesbian couple.

 

He shrugged his shoulders and swore to himself to get good and drunk before he tried to comprehend what was happening. The old priest picked up a razor sharp two edged dagger from the altar and held it in front of him over the altar. Willow reached out her hand and placed it palm up under the blade and Buffy placed her hand palm down over the blade lacing her fingers with those of her love.

 

Morrigan picked up a long green and white ribbon and tied it around their hands so that they held the knife tightly between their palms.

 

Facing each other Buffy and Willow gazed deeply into the eyes of the person they loved most in the world and simultaneously began the ritual they’d learned by heart from the Book of Souls.

        

“I give you that which is mine to give.”

 

The voices of the two lover’s recited harmonised, their expressions showing that they meant every word they were saying.

        

“I am free but I shall serve you in those ways you require and the Honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand.”

          

The words were at once ancient and timely

        

“I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry out in the night  

Yours will be the eyes into which I smile each morning.  

I pledge to you the first bite of my meat, and the first drink from my cup.

I pledge to you my living and my dying each equally in your care.  

I shall be the shield at your back and you at mine.  

I shall not slander you nor you me.

I shall honor you above all others and when we quarrel we shall do so in

private, and tell no strangers our grievances.

                    

This is my joining vow to you.

                          

This is a joining of equals.

                                  

A joining of sisters.”

  

The old priest looked at the two young women and quietly scanned them with a knowing eye and judged that these two women were entering this union seriously and with their eyes open, free of illusions.

 

He then looked at the three rather imposing figures standing behind them and with a nod from Lugh he began the blessing. But this was one he’d never done before.

 

This binding was far more than any he’d ever done before, the power present at this ceremony was at a frighteningly high level, giving him pause at what the two young women had insisted upon.

 

However he remembered that this was no ordinary joining and felt compelled to carry out their wishes.

 

He cleared and in a voice that belied his age intoned the words that had been given him.

                  

“These promises you make,

  By the Sun and the Moon

  By Fire and Water

  By Day and Night

  By Land and Sea

                    

With these vows you swear by the God and Goddess        

To be full partners each to the other

If one drops the load the other will pick it up        

If one is discredited, the other her honor

will be forfeit, generation upon generation until she repair that which

is damaged

and finds that which was lost.”

 

He stopped long enough for his words to sink in, then continued.                    

 

“Should you fail to keep the oaths you pledge,        

The Elements themselves will reach out and destroy, erasing all evidence of your existence.”

 

As the old man recited his final words a swirling vortex of neon green and pure white light rose from the ground at Buffy and Willows feet and grew until it surrounded the five figures at the front of the altar.

 

The spinning lights rose into the night sky the colors swirling and mixing intensifying growing stronger and brighter with each word spoken until it covered the sky over the clearing blocking out the moon and stars.

 

The light became so bright people were forced to shield their eyes and were unable to look directly at the couple and their sponsors.

 

Then as the light reached it’s peak, Brigit reached up and quickly pulled the dagger out from between their tightly bound hands.

 

Blood flowed freely from the bone deep cuts across the palms of the Slayer and her Sorceress, mixing and running onto the ground at their feet.

 

As the blood flowed their voices rose in unison loud enough for all to hear.

                              

 “With this we are joined

   Body to body

   Mind to mind

   Blood to blood

   Two halves of the some soul

   Now and for eternity

   Friends, lovers, soulmates, Sisters”

 

With a blinding flash the light disappeared.

 

As if to signal the end of the ceremony all four wolves got up and howled eerily then turned and trotted into the trees, disappearing into the quickly dissipating fog.

 

Morrigan and Brigit gave the girls goodbye hugs and stepped back allowing Lugh room to step up to the newly joined couple and lay his hands on their shoulders.

 

The three looked into each others eyes theirs shining with unshed tears of pure joy, his with pride in these two brave young ones entering into a war that had begun before time and would continue on long after they were gone, facing it unflinchingly, head-on with full knowledge of the consequences of their choice even when other so called great warriors would cower in fear.

 

“Be well young ones,” Lugh said, his voice thick with unaccustomed emotions. “We will be together again, if not in this life than the next.”

 

With that he joined the two women and opened the portal.

 

“Do we leave them like this?” Brigit asked not happy with leaving her one-time student and her Slayer to their own devices

 

“Worry not dear one,” Lugh reassured “We have yet to meet their wizard. He has yet to reveal himself.”

 

That said the two women followed him through the portal that vanished as soon as they were through it.

 

The attendants hurriedly went to the couple and untied the ribbon that held their hands together so they could bandage the wounds from the dagger.

 

To their amazement when the women examined the couples palms and washed off the remaining blood, there were no open cuts, only matching scars that crossed their palms, obliterating their lifelines.

 

After discussing it with the old high priest, Buffy and Willow along with the four coven members that had seen and heard everything, decided that it would be best not to discuss the unusual occurrences the had happened that night.

 

The old priest made both of them promise that after everything settled down the three of them would sit down and have a long talk about their sponsors.

 

That problem dealt with, the party followed their guests to another area where there was a large banquet hall that had once been the mess hall for the camp site and began the festivities that traditionally went with a proper joining ceremony.

 

At Buffy’s suggestion, she and Willow acquired the keys to one of the cabins and claimed fatigue after back to back parties. After suffering the inescapable snide remarks and lame sexually suggestive jokes at their expense the two lovers slipped away from their celebrating friends, old and new, and hurried through the primeval woods to one of the well equipped cabins.

 

They stopped on the front porch and Buffy followed Willow’s gaze up into the night sky and the slowly setting moon.

 

“What’s up Wills?” Buffy asked nuzzling her partner's neck, knowing full well the effect it had on her passionate lover. “Don’t cha wanna go inside and get re-acquainted, babe?”

 

Kissing her way up the redhead’s neck until she reached the ear, she took the sensitive lobe between her teeth nipping it lightly causing the already aroused witch to moan loudly.

 

“Still wanna star gaze, witchy-poo?” the blonde seductress purred into her lover’s shell like ear. “You know there's a really nice hot tub in there just waiting for us to finish communing with nature and start honeymooning.”

 

With a sexually charged growl Willow spun around in Buffy’s arms and claimed the Slayers lips with her own.

 

Buffy ran her tongue over her lover’s lips, demanding entrance that was gladly given. Tongues swirled around each other exploring their lover’s sweet mouths.

 

Buffy coaxed Willow’s tongue into her mouth and sucked on the squirming flesh as she held it in place with her teeth forcing a whimper of surrender from the redhaired witch.

 

Lifting her lover Buffy carried her partner into the cabin and kicked the door shut behind them.

 

Shadows of clothing flew across the window shades. Squeals and giggles of delight soon were overcome by moans. Growls and screams of undiluted animal pleasure filled the air around

the cabin, it's occupants safe and secure guarded by state of the art security systems and by ancient and powerful magiks that held back the terrors of the night.

 

A pair of malevolently glowing eyes watched the cabin, listening to the hateful sounds of the two women that the owner of the eyes despised more than anything else in the universe and felt actual jolts of pain because of their pleasure.

 

It had tried earlier to enter the grounds but was driven back by the area’s sacred status. That too heightened his rage over the very existence of the two women.

 

<>Just wait, you whores of the light.<> it thought, it’s mind seething with its’ insane rage. <>You are alive because that bastard Kresis interfered with the mistress. It won’t happen next time.<>

            

AND THERE WILL BE A NEXT TIME!

 

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Hope ya liked it, it was fun to write but it saddens me sometimes to know that some that inspired and encouraged weren’t here to see it through. If there is anyway they’ll ever see this I wanted to say thanks guys and good luck at whatever you’re doing.

Alex P.

 

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